From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?

My Mansion Is, Where Those Immortal Shapes Of Bright Aerial Spirits Live Insphered In Regions Mild Of Calm And Serene Air, Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

They Eat, They Drink, And In Communion Sweet Quaff Immortality And Joy.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.